"Sirius." Walburga's mouth was stiff, her face drained and stony. Sirius returned the look, grimacing.

"Aunt Walburga," Andromada pleaded, carefully approaching her. "Aunt Walburga, please, he didn't mean it, he-"

"Get out of my sight," she hissed. Andromeda started, but it had been derected to Sirius. Sirius had set himself, his face placid and cold. He didn't move.

"How dare you." This time she had said it so low, it was more then a whisper. Her voice escalated, a tumulting anger rising. "How dare you! Is this how you repay your mother, your family? You strike the guests and you continue to dishonor your name and make a FOOL out of me!"

The room was silent. Only the distant sound of the old Black could be heard from the dining room, re-telliing his story of the Muggle that tried to jump him and eat him on the street down the road. Severus had regained himself and was watching quietly, the scuff on his cheek looking raw. Sirius's face was blanched and placid, but he stared like a glassy eyed doll, until-

"HOW DARE YOU!"

Even Andromeda was shocked as Sirius yelled bloody murder at his mother.

"How dare you, you inconsdieraete whore of a woman! You disgusting, revolting, blood obsessed leech! I'm sick of this nonsense, I'm sick of everything you do! You wanted me here, well I'm here! Look at me everybody, look at this! The disgraced, useless, terrible son, here to plead acceptance of the family! Well I'm no Regulus, I'm no Snivellus, I'm no anybody, I'm so glad I could spend this holiday with the family! Yeah, go ahead, look at me with that same disgusted toad look of yours, Mother, I hope this haunts your reputation worse then anything I've ever done! I hope next year I can embarrass you worse and forever be the crap on our precious bloodline. Still hoping I'll change, Mother? Be the good little blood worshipper, be the good little servant to the perverted, messed up Lord you so respect? Well fu-"


Dear Andromeda,

Sorry, I had to use the owl James sent me. Ours won't come near me without trying to take off one of my fingers.

I'm doing fine, don't worry. I hope this gets to you before school starts, I think we only have a couple days before school starts again, if my mother even lets me go back. Personally, I'm still shocked I didn't let some magic slip; a nice barfing hex would have done her wonders. Thank you for hanging out with me this holiday, sorry for the trouble I got you into.

I know you're worrying about me. You worry about everything, so it only stands to reason. I don't know why you bother. I healed in a couple a days. My mother had Kreacher check on me- I'm sure she didn't want to have to go to Mungo's and explain what happened to my head. I won't complain to you, I know you don't like that kind of thing, but I also wanted to write and tell you I probably won't be coming home for the holidays again. I'm sorry, and you'll have to apologize to Uncle for me. He came by a couple days after the party, but my door was having an issue with the lock. You understand.

Sorry I was such an ass. Snivellus deserved it, you have to admit it. If there's anything people like that need it's a good knock in the head. Especially that Malfoy jerk, he needs a hard hit over that smug nose of his. Alright, I said I wouldn't complain, but the lot of them just piss me off. That doesn't qualify as complaining, just stating the facts.

Thanks for keeping me company at Christmas, and I got your present, though I had to pry it out of Kreacher- he has a bad knack for collecting things like that. I appreciate it, I'll get you your present at the school, you know, if I get there. I used my mother's money to buy it, I hope you don't mind how expensive it is. She shouldn't find out about it for a while, and don't feel guilty, I used my mother's money to buy everyone's present this year. You'd be surprised how hard it is to rack up a debt when your family goes back as far as mine does. It also explains the mental trauma. So thanks.

Sirius

P.S. The broom cupboard is more comfortable then you would think- the spiders are a little uncomfortable, but the owls can get to me through the ventilation.


Admittedly not my best writing (can you say lack of editing?) but it was fun to do. Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading.